London rain - at any time of the year - beats you down.
How different to the exhiliaring thunderstorm that we got caught in on Brean Down last weekend. As it whipped in suddenly from the Bristol Channel it actually tasted of salt. After it had passed, we watched another move up the Somerset Levels, with some very impressive lightening as it moved towards Glastonbury.
T loved it. He was in the backpack and ended up under my coat and was so excited he shrieked. When he really gets caught he'll learn.